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Merry Christmas!

Scottie in the snow, rugged up and ready for christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the farmhouse

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the haynets with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;


The horses were nestled all snug in their deep beds,

While visions of red apples danced in their heads;

And Scottie in his rug, and I in my beanie cap,

Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,


When out in the field there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the stables I flew like a flash,

Pulling on wellies and falling with a crash!


The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should develop,

But a sleigh, and eight thoroughbreds all at a gallop,


With a little old driver, so lively and ready to deploy,

I knew in a moment it must be A P McCoy.

More rapid than eagles his Champions they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;


“Now, Baracouda! now, Big Buck’s! now, Best Mate and Synchronised!

Don’t Push It! on Well Chief! on, Cyfor Malta and Master Minded!

To the top of the yard! Into the school!

Now gallop away! gallop away! gallop away all!”


As Many Clouds that before the finish line fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, jump to the sky,

So up to the yard-top the racehorses they flew,

With the sleigh full of trophies, and A P McCoy too.


And then, in a twinkling, we heard on the stable roof

The prancing and pawing of each Champion’s hoof.

As Scottie drew closer, we turned around,

Down the drainpipe A P came with a bound.


He was dressed all in silks, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with shavings and soot;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled Scottie’s stocking; then turned with a jerk,

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,



Have a very Merry Christmas from me and Scottie!

I hope you enjoyed our horsey take on this very traditional Christmas poem including some racing legends!

Last Updated on 22/12/2021

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